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Arthur W. Marchmont
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He flung his wine right at my face 11
She turned and bowed to me with a smile 50
Grasping my stick with both hands, I clenched my teeth, and rushed upon the villains from behind 91
He raised his right hand on high 124
I leaned out as far as I dared, and, taking careful aim, fired 184
Instead of Minna, the face of Clara Weylin met mine 206
"I was thinking—cousin" 288
The horse had fallen on him and rolled over him 293
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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